Apologies for posting the whole song, but...
It's a masterpiece, I say
They will cheer every word, every letter
I wish I felt that way
I believe I can put it better
Now, then, attend, as friend to friend,
Our declaration committee
For us I see immortality
In Philadelphia City
A farmer, a lawyer,
And a sage a bit gouty in the leg
You know, it's quite bizarre to think that here we are
Playing midwives to an egg
We're waiting for the chirp, chirp, chirp
Of an eaglet being born
Waiting for the chirp, chirp, chirp
On this humid Monday morning in this congressional incubator
God knows the temperature's hot enough to hatch a stone
Let alone an egg
We're waiting for the scratch, scratch, scratch
Of that tiny little fellow
Waiting for the egg to hatch
On this humid Monday morning in this congressional incubator
God knows the temperature's hot enough to hatch a stone
But will it hatch an egg?
The eagle's going to crack the shell
Of the egg that England laid
Yes, sir, we can tell, tell, tell
On this humid Monday morning in this congressional incubator
And just as Tom here has written,
Though the shell may belong to Great Britain
The eagle inside belongs to us
And just as Tom here has written
We say, "To hell with Great Britain!"
The eagle inside belongs to us!
Updated On: 1/29/06 at 04:58 PM